YOU
NAME: Kitten
AGE: 23
E-MAIL: my.kitty.overlord@gmail.com
AIM: mykittyoverlord
TIMEZONE: PST
OOC JOURNAL: none
PREVIOUS RP EXPERIENCE: PSLs
CHARACTER
NAME: Domino
FANDOM: Marvel Comics
AGE: 35-40
ALIGNMENT (GOOD, EVIL, NEUTRAL): good
SKILLS/POWERS/SPECIAL ABILITIES:
Skills
Domino is a skilled gunfighter and sniper. She can use a wide variety of firearms, including some futuristic weaponry. She knows some hand to hand fighting styles, and is comfortable with a wide variety of exotic weapons. There seems to be no limit to the number of languages Domino can speak. She has knowledge of explosives and demolitions. Despite herself, she is a good teacher and tactician (when she can be bothered to use it), and has shown herself to be a fair leader.
powers
Domino can manipulate probabilities in a very small way, making her seem to be more lucky. This power is extremely limited, in that she must be aware of the danger, and actively move to protect herself. If someone is shooting at her, she will get shot if she stands still. Only if she is trying to dodge the bullets will she remain unharmed.
BRIEF BACKGROUND SUMMARY: Domino was created in a government laboratory, and raised by a priest in Chicago. She had a good life with him, but the parishoners in his church eventually convinced child services to take Domino (then called Neena), away from him, out of a fear for his immortal soul.
Rather than join an orphanage at twelve, Domino struck out, taking her code name and joining the first group of bounty hunters who would accept her fake id. She was already a good shot, thanks to her hunting trips with the priest, and she soon became much better.
When she was old enough, Domino went to work for the government. They assigned her to guard a precognate named Milo Thurman. The two fell in love and got married. Domino (who Milo usually called Beatrice), was sent on dangerous missions. She and Milo were erroneously told the other had died. Domino set out again, disgusted with the government.
She was picked up by G.W. Bridge, and joined his team of mercenaries known as the Six Pack. She became good friends with all of them, though she was especially attached to Cable, who was the best shot in the group, beside her.
She was one of the few who didn't hate Cable when he abandoned them mid-job, leaving Hammer to become paralyzed, and everyone else barely escaped with their lives. She did solo work after that, right up until she got a call from Cable asking her to help him train his batch of mutant kids.
Domino didn't make it to his base, though. She was captured and tortured for a year, and spent another year after that chasing after the man who had done it. It wasn't until after she'd given up hunting for her captor that she joined Cable with X-Force.
He immediately tried to romance her, and Domino was a little shocked to find out that he'd had a relationship with the shapeshifter who had pretended to be her the whole duration of her imprisonment.
Slowly, she came around, just in time for Cable to leave. She continued to lead and teach X-Force until they purposefully alienated her and drove her away.
She rejoined the S-x Pack, now with two new members to replace Cable and Grizzly, and did more mercenary work. She eventually came up against Cable, who had started to garner some unfriendly attention.
After a couple scuffles, and much convincing, Domino joined Cable on Providence, cementing their nebulous relationship. About a week later the island blew up, and Cable was thought dead. Domino eventually was hired by Scott Summers to do work for his shadow ops team called, ironically enough, X-Force. Domino met up with Wolverine again, and they quickly became friends with benefits. There was some time travel, and a whole lot of angst, but through it all, Domino retained a sense of humor, even as the world changed more and more around her.
PB: Joan Jett
JOURNAL USERNAME: Gun_4_Hire
WAS THIS CHARACTER HELD FOR YOU? no
EXAMPLE OF FIRST-PERSON ENTRY:
I've seen a lot of crazy stuff in my time. I mean. . . just fantastically bizarre things you'd never think could exist. Usually it's Deadpool's fault. But this place takes the cake. You'd think that, after all the craziness I've seen, it would take something like rains of cake frosting or paintings that smell like ozone and bleed peanuts to seem weird to me. It's the lack of weirdness that's weird, though. I wander around in L.A., and nobody calls an anti-mutant slur. Nobody attacks me with a gun-sword, and there aren't even any ninjas lurking in the shadows.
You'd think that would be a relief, a blessed respite from the craziness.
You'd be wrong. I live for the fight, for my nose to be full of the smell of gunpowder and blood, my hands and face covered in bodily fluids, the thrill as each bullet makes contact, the way my lungs and legs ache and burn and I don't even care.
I don't know what I'll do without that adrenaline rush, without those moments of perfect clarity that I only get while ass deep in alligators.
EXAMPLE OF THIRD-PERSON ENTRY:
Traveling from world to world was nothing new to Domino. She'd traveled in time, been to numerous alternate universes, even watched the world end a couple times. So being spat out in the middle of downtown L.A. wasn't really a big deal, in the grand scheme of things. She stood up, dusting herself off as she looked around. L.A. had never been her favorite place in the world, so Domino didn't know it by sight.
She wandered down the street, trying to look as unobtrusive as a woman covered in guns and knives can be. She put her hands in her pockets, and wondered if she could grab someone's coat. It would probably be a good idea, all told.
She kept her head up, looking around constantly to see if there was anything out of the ordinary, to divine her reason for being there. This place seemed. . . normal. Normal in a way her home hadn't seemed to be in two decades. She began looking for newspapers, to figure out what day it was.
It was her luck that she happened to pass a drugstore with a newspaper machine. After a bit of poking, she noticed it had a broken lock. With a shrug, she grabbed one of the papers, and wandered off, her nose buried in the pages. She was a bit surprised when she saw that she had only gone back three years in time. So this was a different universe. Good to know.
Domino stuffed her hands in her pockets and kept going down the street, wondering how she was going to deal with this new twist in her life.
NAME: Kitten
AGE: 23
E-MAIL: my.kitty.overlord@gmail.com
AIM: mykittyoverlord
TIMEZONE: PST
OOC JOURNAL: none
PREVIOUS RP EXPERIENCE: PSLs
CHARACTER
NAME: Domino
FANDOM: Marvel Comics
AGE: 35-40
ALIGNMENT (GOOD, EVIL, NEUTRAL): good
SKILLS/POWERS/SPECIAL ABILITIES:
Skills
Domino is a skilled gunfighter and sniper. She can use a wide variety of firearms, including some futuristic weaponry. She knows some hand to hand fighting styles, and is comfortable with a wide variety of exotic weapons. There seems to be no limit to the number of languages Domino can speak. She has knowledge of explosives and demolitions. Despite herself, she is a good teacher and tactician (when she can be bothered to use it), and has shown herself to be a fair leader.
powers
Domino can manipulate probabilities in a very small way, making her seem to be more lucky. This power is extremely limited, in that she must be aware of the danger, and actively move to protect herself. If someone is shooting at her, she will get shot if she stands still. Only if she is trying to dodge the bullets will she remain unharmed.
BRIEF BACKGROUND SUMMARY: Domino was created in a government laboratory, and raised by a priest in Chicago. She had a good life with him, but the parishoners in his church eventually convinced child services to take Domino (then called Neena), away from him, out of a fear for his immortal soul.
Rather than join an orphanage at twelve, Domino struck out, taking her code name and joining the first group of bounty hunters who would accept her fake id. She was already a good shot, thanks to her hunting trips with the priest, and she soon became much better.
When she was old enough, Domino went to work for the government. They assigned her to guard a precognate named Milo Thurman. The two fell in love and got married. Domino (who Milo usually called Beatrice), was sent on dangerous missions. She and Milo were erroneously told the other had died. Domino set out again, disgusted with the government.
She was picked up by G.W. Bridge, and joined his team of mercenaries known as the Six Pack. She became good friends with all of them, though she was especially attached to Cable, who was the best shot in the group, beside her.
She was one of the few who didn't hate Cable when he abandoned them mid-job, leaving Hammer to become paralyzed, and everyone else barely escaped with their lives. She did solo work after that, right up until she got a call from Cable asking her to help him train his batch of mutant kids.
Domino didn't make it to his base, though. She was captured and tortured for a year, and spent another year after that chasing after the man who had done it. It wasn't until after she'd given up hunting for her captor that she joined Cable with X-Force.
He immediately tried to romance her, and Domino was a little shocked to find out that he'd had a relationship with the shapeshifter who had pretended to be her the whole duration of her imprisonment.
Slowly, she came around, just in time for Cable to leave. She continued to lead and teach X-Force until they purposefully alienated her and drove her away.
She rejoined the S-x Pack, now with two new members to replace Cable and Grizzly, and did more mercenary work. She eventually came up against Cable, who had started to garner some unfriendly attention.
After a couple scuffles, and much convincing, Domino joined Cable on Providence, cementing their nebulous relationship. About a week later the island blew up, and Cable was thought dead. Domino eventually was hired by Scott Summers to do work for his shadow ops team called, ironically enough, X-Force. Domino met up with Wolverine again, and they quickly became friends with benefits. There was some time travel, and a whole lot of angst, but through it all, Domino retained a sense of humor, even as the world changed more and more around her.
PB: Joan Jett
JOURNAL USERNAME: Gun_4_Hire
WAS THIS CHARACTER HELD FOR YOU? no
EXAMPLE OF FIRST-PERSON ENTRY:
I've seen a lot of crazy stuff in my time. I mean. . . just fantastically bizarre things you'd never think could exist. Usually it's Deadpool's fault. But this place takes the cake. You'd think that, after all the craziness I've seen, it would take something like rains of cake frosting or paintings that smell like ozone and bleed peanuts to seem weird to me. It's the lack of weirdness that's weird, though. I wander around in L.A., and nobody calls an anti-mutant slur. Nobody attacks me with a gun-sword, and there aren't even any ninjas lurking in the shadows.
You'd think that would be a relief, a blessed respite from the craziness.
You'd be wrong. I live for the fight, for my nose to be full of the smell of gunpowder and blood, my hands and face covered in bodily fluids, the thrill as each bullet makes contact, the way my lungs and legs ache and burn and I don't even care.
I don't know what I'll do without that adrenaline rush, without those moments of perfect clarity that I only get while ass deep in alligators.
EXAMPLE OF THIRD-PERSON ENTRY:
Traveling from world to world was nothing new to Domino. She'd traveled in time, been to numerous alternate universes, even watched the world end a couple times. So being spat out in the middle of downtown L.A. wasn't really a big deal, in the grand scheme of things. She stood up, dusting herself off as she looked around. L.A. had never been her favorite place in the world, so Domino didn't know it by sight.
She wandered down the street, trying to look as unobtrusive as a woman covered in guns and knives can be. She put her hands in her pockets, and wondered if she could grab someone's coat. It would probably be a good idea, all told.
She kept her head up, looking around constantly to see if there was anything out of the ordinary, to divine her reason for being there. This place seemed. . . normal. Normal in a way her home hadn't seemed to be in two decades. She began looking for newspapers, to figure out what day it was.
It was her luck that she happened to pass a drugstore with a newspaper machine. After a bit of poking, she noticed it had a broken lock. With a shrug, she grabbed one of the papers, and wandered off, her nose buried in the pages. She was a bit surprised when she saw that she had only gone back three years in time. So this was a different universe. Good to know.
Domino stuffed her hands in her pockets and kept going down the street, wondering how she was going to deal with this new twist in her life.
